"The route you choose is good, and the guards you arrange are good. What are you going to do in the face of an enemy with a strong stealth ability?"Chase it out like this, and let the camp be exposed to other Ninja villages?"
As he said, he held his hands on his chest, and the muscles on his arms bulged slightly, showing the degree of anger in his heart.
Those hands were tightly crossed, as if to suppress the inner anger in this way, and his slightly trembling shoulders also exposed the fact that he suppressed his anger.
"Are you, Konoha's ninjas?The Uchiha family...?"
Saninobu, who chased out of the tent, looked at the two figures wearing white feather weaving, konoha marks on their heads, and masks, and couldn't help being stunned in place for a while, like woodcarving clay sculptures.
Their gaze was firmly locked on each other, their eyes were full of shock and doubt, and their eyes seemed to have a thousand words to tell, but they didn't know where to start.
The man standing in front of them angrily did not cover his eyes. In his eyes, a pair of three-gou jade flowing writing wheel eyes exuded a unique light.
The light is like a mysterious star twinkling in the night sky, flickering and dark, and like a whirlpool constantly surging in the deep lake, full of power. This is the iconic power of the Uchiha family, which is enough to prove his identity of the Uchiha family.
The feather weave on his body is also very eye-catching. The white and snow-white feather weave has a large "six" written on it, which is matched with the coat of arms of the Uchiha group fan, making this pattern look more eye-catching.
The coat of arms of the group fan is like a giant bird spreading its wings to fly. The lines are smooth and vigorous, which adds an extraordinary temperament to the whole person, and there is an aura that people dare not despise, as if as long as he stands there, there is an invisible aura spreading around.
However, what really made Sanren's heart tremble from the bottom of his heart was that their eyes crossed the Uchiha man and looked at a figure behind him.
That month's long white hair hit their hearts like a bolt of lightning, and everyone in their hearts couldn't help but think of a name deeply etched in their memories.
Tsunade once had a boyfriend who was a firm supporter of Konoha's medical ninja system.
Among Konoha, he is like a bright star exuding a unique light.
He used the medical ninjutsu he mastered to treat many seriously injured ninjas, and he also made an indelible contribution to the construction of the medical ninja system.
The spiritual technique he mastered is even more powerful and mysterious ninjutsu, just like a mysterious magic that allows his soul to leave his body for investigation or attack. This ninjutsu has made him highly respected in Konoha Village. Whether it is a young ninja or a senior with deep qualifications, he will give a thumbs up when he mentions it. Praise.
And that moon's long white hair and slightly slender body are signs of deep memory for Sanren, and any one of them has a reason to remember him.Kato broke.
This name is like a deep wound in Tsunade's heart that will never heal.
The sweet memories of the past are intertwined with the pain after losing him, and they have become the most fragile part of Tsunade's heart.
The white-haired man suspected of being broken by Kato, together with the Uchiha, wearing an animal mask, looked at them quietly.
The eyes under that mask were unpredictable, as if there were endless secrets hidden.
The eyes were like a deep misty forest, making people unable to see what was hidden inside, and it was like a calm lake, and there seemed to be a danger of surging under the calm surface.
"Kato is broken...is that you?"
Tsunade couldn't help asking, her voice trembling with a trace, like a fallen leaf in the autumn breeze, trembling.Her eyes stared at the figure tightly, without blinking, unwilling to miss any detail.
Every subtle movement, every detail that might reveal identity information, she wanted to have a panoramic view, as if she would miss something vital if she didn't pay attention.
Why... looking at the two of them, wearing a man with 'qi' marked on the back and Mansha Zhuhua's feather weave tattooed on the edge, Tsunade's pupils couldn't help trembling.
The pupils were like leaves in a storm, shaking violently.Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big invisible hand, as if she was clamped in the softest place by pliers, and the feeling of pain and confusion was almost about to swallow her up.
Only with this figure, Tsunade will never admit his mistake.
Even if he didn't feel Chakra's existence, even if there was only a shadow left, looking at the long white hair and familiar figure of the moon, Tsunade felt a kind of pain beginning to bloom in his body.
It was a kind of deep pain after losing a loved one, like being stabbed in the heart by countless sharp needles, like a newly uncovered scar, bloody, and every drop of blood flowed with her thoughts for her former lover and the grief after losing him.
How could she not recognize what her lover looked like?
They had spent so many good times together, and those memories dotted her life like stars.
Every moment of getting along with him is like a carefully carved gemstone, deeply engraved in the depths of her soul.
That figure has been imprinted in her mind incomparably deeply. He always has a slightly elegant temperament, just like the charming young man walking in the ancient picture scroll, every subtle movement reveals a unique charm. Charm.
His eyebrows were full of gentleness, which was a kind of warmth that made people want to get close.
The whole person exudes a gentle aura again, like the softest breeze in spring, gently blowing through the heart, but leaving comfort that is hard to dissipate for a long time.
Such an existence, even if it has gone through the grinding of time, even if it has been washed countless times in the long river of years, even if it has turned into the tiniest ashes in the world, Tsunade can definitely identify it without error.
That's Kato Kato, the Kato Kato who once made an eachother to her before and after the moon.
The Kato who was once accurately determined to be dead, but who will always exist in Konoha's memory as a Konoha war hero.
In Tsunade's heart, he never really left.In those long lonely years, he has always existed in the softest and deepest corner of her heart.
No matter how stormy the outside world is, there will always be the best memories of him in that corner, like a candle that never goes out, supporting Tsunade through countless sleepless nights.
And now, even if the situation in front of her is so uncertain, the princess of the Senju family still involuntarily took a step forward.Her steps were a bit heavy, and every step seemed to be carrying many unspeakable emotions.
Her eyes stared wide, full of disbelief.Her eyes seemed to see through the person in front of her, trying to find every detail she had ever been familiar with from him.
She stared at the familiar figure tightly, her throat seemed to be choked by something, it was a mixture of extreme shock and excitement.
Her throat seemed to be blocked by an invisible mass of cotton, and all her words were blocked there.Finally, the soft, trembling call was made.
"Kato is broken... are you alive now?"
Her voice was very soft, as light as a feather falling on the quiet lake, but it was mixed with infinite expectations and complex emotions of fear of disappointment.
However, only endless silence responded to her.The silence was like boundless darkness, wrapping Tsunade tightly in it, making her feel a deep helplessness.
"Kato is broken!Why don't you speak!Is it you!Could it be that someone used the forbidden technique to summon you out!Answer me!Kato is broken!"
Tsunade's voice increased unconsciously, and there was already a trace of sadness and anger in it.
Her hands couldn't help trembling slightly, because the mood swings in her heart were too violent.
She couldn't stand such silence, in her heart, there were too many questions surging frantically.Those questions were like roaring waves, impacting her sanity wave after wave.
However, there is still no response.The two people wearing white feather weaving and masks on their faces stood there quietly, like two sculptures, motionless.
Their unsteady posture seemed to be telling a kind of indifference, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them, and it seemed that there was some huge secret hidden.
At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to be suddenly solidified by some powerful force.
That force is like an invisible behemoth, compressing the space tightly.There was a depressing breath in the air, so heavy that people couldn't breathe.
Tsunade looked at her lover in pain, the face hidden under the mask, and the figure that was covered up. She only felt that her heart was severely shattered by a ruthless hand.
The pain was so intense, as if every cell of the body was proclaiming pain, spreading from the bottom of my heart to every corner of my body.
Her lips trembled slightly, tears rolled in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall.
Looking at Tsunade's desperate gaze, the white-robed figure that Tsunade recognized as Kato's broken head tilted his head slightly, and then said to his companion in a very low voice.:
"...continue to follow the plan."
His voice was low and cold, like a chill coming from under the ground, without emotion at all.
"Ah.I know it."
The person next to him only responded briefly, and the voice could not hear the slightest waves, so calm that it was like a bottomless lake without a ripple.
In such a depressing atmosphere, everyone's eyes seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, focusing on the two mysterious visitors wearing white feather weaving.
The white Yuori looked a little dazzling in the dim light, like two souls from an exotic place, with an inscrutable aura.
Then, when their gaze turned to the famous Sanjin in front of them, the two mysterious figures slowly raised their arms.
Their movements are like slow-motion replays, and every subtle movement seems to tell a certain sense of ritual.
From the wide cuffs, two extremely sharp blades were drawn out little by little.
In the process of drawing out the sharp blade, it reflected a trace of cold light, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark spitting out a letter, cold and dangerous.